the flowers were blooming,
but right when I gave them to you
you crushed them.
dead —dead like how you made me feel.
YOU ARE READING
my journal.
Poetry-trigger warning some thoughts,poetry, & journal entries to help me throughout the end of 2017 and all of 2018.
f l o w e r s
the flowers were blooming,
but right when I gave them to you
you crushed them.
dead —dead like how you made me feel.
